That I slept like a log last night would be an understatement because I was comatose.
Sometimes things just work out in your favour, and last night people threw a tantrum about something irrelevant which I didn't even have the energy to pretend to care about and that irked people to the point of shifting rooms.
People went to sleep in another room in a huff which was where the cats were last night and so none bothered me, not a bit, and I slept uninterrupted and then some.
One moment I was reading मीनाबाज़ार by सादात हसन मंटो and the next I was dead to the world.
I woke straight six hours later. Checked the time and slept for another couple.
I am revived, rejuvenated, resuscitated, reconstituted and world is a shitty place as usual but I can now fitfully ignore it.
The housekeeper is here. The weather is somehow cooler and it's been raining since yesterday afternoon.
This weather reminds me of that time last august when I was in Bhopal and the rains were a fuzzy continuous drizzle of cool splashes. The weather was green and cool breeze. It was delightful. My brother had come and I used to spend a lot of time on the terrace before melting into virtual arms.
The weather is that same mellow coolness, when the fan on low seems enough, when it's humid but not oppressive as it had been just the day before and I yearn to melt all over again.
Sadly, I'm sober, spoused and sullen.
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